Oh how I love the fair! The exhibits, the food. The animals, the food. The shopping, the food!
Every year, my dear man takes us and he hates every minute of it.
This year, he finally boycotted it. I went during the day without him.
Yep ~ just me and Sam.
I had entered a painting in it, and was so excited to see if it had placed at all.
O.k.... no lies here. I really wanted "Best Of Show".
I got 3rd place. I was so excited! I was on cloud nine for about an hour.
We were eating lunch, Sam and I. (He had a Panda bowl, and I had a Chili Verde' platter)
I was gushing... about how happy I was and how proud I was of myself, you know... blah, blah, blah.
Then, my sweet (I'm truly not being sarchastic, really..) 18 yr old son extinguished it all by
informing me that all the entries in the creative arts building had placed. They all had ribbons.
It shouldn't have mattered at all. With Sam being autistic, he just calls it as he see's it.
It is black or white with him. (Gee... wonder where he gets it, LOL!!)
I was crushed. If everyone placed, then maybe me getting 3rd really didn't mean anything.
It was hard anyway, as when I filled out the entry form there really wasn't
a catagory for my form of art.
The mixed media art they had was all jewelry.
So, last night I lay in bed having a pity party for myself. I realize that I entered it for validation that
my art was good enough to proceed with selling it.
People who see it seem to like it, but are they just saying it because they like ME?
Anyway, I am still feeling in a blue funk today. Demons of self doubt are swirling around me.
Here's the sad truth in it all: Sam didn't do this to me. Sam didn't take away my joy.
I did it to me. I create/control my moods. Nobody else does.
Today, I am still blue. Bummed out. Discouraged.
We all have times like that. It's normal, and it's ok.
Tom's working on my bike even as I write this.
It's what I need the most right now. Right this second. Quality time with Miss Priscilla.
Here's the canvas I did. It's a copy of one I made in july for my family's cabin.
My sister-in-law asked for one just like it. It does have its differences though.
Can you see them?
They both started out the same way... Looking like this!
Epilogue: 9/18/2013
I went to pick it up from the fair.
The lady there said that no..
Not everyone placed and got a ribbon.
It doesnt matter. I'm proud of myself anyway.
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